In this song, Juice WRLD describes how he isn’t worried about anyone, and he’ll make his money no matter what, while also stating that no matter how many drugs he does, he still won’t feel complete. The song features two beats, the first being a choppy & murky sound, in which he raps over with a faster pace. The second beat is more upbeat and overall ‘happy’ sounding, where he slows down his flow some. The track is produced by Hit-Boy & No I.D..
The Bees Knees
Juice WRLD Lyrics
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Chasing the lean
Let's go (Okay, okay)
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Let's do it
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
Ran into my main thing
Come take this dick and you can stay
It's my year, year, year, codeine sip, no beer
Holy shit, he's the shit, words from my peers
Don't like me, you can suck a dick, that's how it goes around here
Cowboy, oh yeah, big shooter in the air
Drunky
You wanna fuck me, bitch, then fuck me (let's do it)
You wanna kill me, nigga, then buck me (let's do it)
These niggas really want me dead (c'mon)
I don't really think they that lucky (c'mon)
I told my bitch I love her (I did)
I hope she think I mean it (whoa)
I wouldn't lie about that shit, trust me (At all)
I wouldn't lie about street shit, trust me (At all)
I wouldn't lie about drug shit, trust me (Oh no)
See that drug shit hide the ugly (Oh no)
And I ain't never been ugly, trust me (Oh no)
Dicked up in her brain, concussion (Uh-huh)
We had a Snoop Dogg discussion (We did)
A sexual eruption (Smash)
Open up them legs, I'm hungry
Bank account eruptin' (Yeah)
I need me a safe or something (Yeah)
I'm a dirt bike riding junkie (C'mon)
I don't need that Wraith for nothing (Let's go)
But it's a Wraith on my wrist or somethin' (Skrrt)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin' (All white)
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Uh)
Just 'cause we black, that's how they comin' (Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12)
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That's codeine in it, no Ace of Spades
Wait wait wait, wait wait wait, nigga, wait
Nigga, it's a wave, nigga, I'm a wave, you a slave
To these chains, forgettin' about the road our forefathers paved
But hey, who am I to talk? I'm AP gang, a hundred fifty on my wrist, no case
Used to bein' afraid, uh, coke on the dinner plate, uh
Brand new China set for the house, Versace dinner plates, uh
What your mama tell you about gettin' involved?
You got you a gun but you still too soft
You ain't gon' shoot that bitch at all
If I got it on me, I'ma let that bitch off
Hot boy, young Lil Wayne shit, you see the socks boy
Plus I'm a Glock boy, new clip
Huggin' a thot, boy, givin' 'em top where they brain is
I'm a rockstar lifestyle livin', dirt bike ridin', totin' stainless, I aim big
Bank account eruptin'
I need me a safe or something (I do)
I'm a dirt bike riding junkie (Uh-huh)
I don't need that Wraith for nothing (Skrrt skrrt)
But it's a Wraith on my wrist or somethin' (Wrist)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin' (Rape my wrist)
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Raid my crib)
Just 'cause we black, that's how they comin' (I know it, yeah)
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That's codeine in it, no Ace of Spades
Let me switch it up on y'all fuck niggas, haha
Dawn in denial, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa
Uh (Let's go)
Double cup pleasure (Double)
Can I feel this way forever? (Forever)
It don't matter how fucked up I get off of the drugs
Still giving my effort, all my effort
Phone line going AWOL, I'm the plug now
They act like my music is the new drug in town
The bees knees (the bees knees), I am
The bees knees (the bees knees), bitch, I am
The bees knees
It's hard for these hoes to stay away
Now I got money, I can't afford loyalty
'Cause who the hell gotta pay for loyalty? Hey
To do what I do, you need a whole team
It's child's play to me, hey
The bees knees, I am
The bees knees, I am
OC
Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Benz, smokin' 'thrax
Countin' up the racks, bitch, I'm the bees knees
I'm OC
Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Bentley, smokin' 'thrax
Countin' up these racks, I'm the bees knees (I am the bees knees)
Hah, hah
Niggas not ready for this shit, homie
Listen to Juice talk, he talkin' that talk
'Cause you talkin' to a boss
That's real
My fault, I'm high
A death race for love
I ain't just racin' for love though (No I'm not)
My heart racin'
My money racin' (facts), my mind racin' (facts)
All black diamonds like I'm racist (huh, you dig?)
"Lucid Dreams" still on your bitch playlist (yes sir)
I took her and smiled and you lookin' like, "How could she say this?"
Timeless music bitch (Thank God for me, me, me)
Smokin' 'thrax, countin' racks (bees knees)
No fuck racks, need a black card
That's how I'm gon' show you I'm hard
Yeah where the Percs at now?
(Talk that talk, Juice, stop fuckin' with these niggas)
I'm a businessman, so that mean I'm 'bout my business, man
Preach, Amen
(A businessman, I'm a businessman, nigga, a businessman, nigga)
ID got that shit, this boy got that shit
(No cap, no cap, no cap, no cap)
I know y'all seen them old videos of Dream Team playin' basketball (Michael Jordan, Game 6, yeah yeah)
We just ran a three man weave
The bees knees
The lyrics to Juice WRLD's song The Bees Knees are about the artist's addiction to drugs, particularly codeine, and how they have become the only thing that is reliable to him. The chorus repeats the lines "Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly/Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say/Groupie hoes wanna come my way/Come take this pic and get out my face" to highlight his dependence on drugs and how it has affected his relationships with other people. In the verses, he talks about his bragging rights, specifically how well-known he is ("Holy shit, he's the shit, words from my peers"), how he wouldn't lie about his love for his girl, street life, or drug use, and how he's always "dicked up" in girl's brains.
The artist also touches on police brutality and issues faced by the Black community, such as being raided without cause, just because of his skin color. However, he still considers himself to be the "bees knees," or the best of the best, even with his flaws and addiction struggles. The song ends with a shoutout to his team and an assurance that he will continue to succeed and make timeless music.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Bryan Yepes, Chauncey A. Hollis, Dewayne Julius Jr. Rogers, Ernest Wilson, Jarad Higgins, Ryan Alex Martinez
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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@radekmolchan6169
In honor of Juice's passing a year ago, I'm trying to listen to all of his songs today. Love you and RIP, we miss you.
@Joshdont_miss
U r going to have a good time
@jeffreylewis4133
I tried too but i didnt so im fiting some today
@puffs6807
Sounds like a good day